Frustration 4/3
Frustration 4/3
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Raiting: NC17 (finally)
Disclaimer: not true, not real events, yadda, yadda
A/N: sex scenes don't come easy to me so be gentle with the critiques lol - and I'm rushing to post this before work so excuse any minor mistakes, I think I caught them all, but one can never be too sure
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 Part 3
“Are you okay?” Dan asked and Fernando blinked quickly to clear his head.
“Hmm? Yeah, yeah.” They were on water break during a particularly gruelling training session.
Dan looked at him a minute longer then shook his head, “Geek.” And playfully squirted the blonde with his water bottle and jogged off.
Dan was unaware of Fernando’s eyes following him as he used his shirt to dry off his face, unwittingly showing off an expanse of pale skin while he joked around with Sami. But Pepe and Xabi exchanged looks and shared a smile.
A few drills later Fernando found himself face to face with the Dane, one on one on his way to the net. Dan must have been on his game because he cut down every turn the striker made, in a desperate bid to get away Fernando tried to go through the other man but it all ended in a painful tumble on the ground. One of the blonde’s legs got trapped between Dan’s and they rolled a few times until they came to a stop, Fernando beneath the laughing defender. The Spaniard arched a little into the contact, but the Dane was gone, chasing after the loose ball, cackling the whole way. Fernando flipped on to his front and pouted as he watched Dan flick the ball off to Masch and it had nothing to do with losing the tackle.
Pepe leaned up against his goal post and watched the blonde slowly pick himself up and exaggeratedly brush himself off and the keeper smiled to himself.
The rest of training was filled with little moments where Fernando was overcome with the unfamiliar feeling of needing the Dane’s attentions, wanting to be touched and noticed and lusted after and finding the other man completely oblivious. He was as attentive as usual, his eyes always finding Fernando’s, lips ready with a smile but there was something lacking; Fernando felt like he wasn’t being pursued anymore and he didn’t like it. It was odd and the striker was busy examining this new emotion when Pepe sidled up beside him.
“It’s called being horny.”
Fernando choked on his post-practice granola bar, “Wh-what?!”
“That stirring in your belly.” Pepe rubbed Fernando’s stomach jokingly.
The blonde swatted him away and with a prim sniff replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, my little Niño,” The keeper tutted paternally, “Don’t try and pretend you’re above the feelings of us mere mortals. It’s impressive that you’ve held out this long against some…” he glanced towards where Dan was unlacing his boots, “very alluring temptations, but you had to succumb some time. I just didn’t know that playing hard to get was the way to get you there.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fernando scoffed.
“I know about how you’ve been torturing Danny boy with your coy, minx-like ways.”
“I’ve been doing nothing of the sort!”
Pepe just arched an eyebrow in disbelief and slid out of the way of another well aimed strike, leaving Fernando alone to get changed. Instead the blonde sank down onto the bench, watching his towel-clad Dane head for the showers while Pepe and Xabi watched the two of them from the other side of the room, frustrated at the lack of progress. Fernando was still sitting there when Dan got out of the showers so the Dane made his way over.
“Is everything okay, Nando?” He reached over and tucked an errant strand of blonde hair back behind his ear.
Fernando caught the hand as it wandered down to cup his cheek and pressed against it.
Dan smiled, though his forehead was creased in confusion, “Fernando?”
The striker didn’t speak; he just stood and caught the defender by the elbow when he made to step back. Dan made to speak again but was silenced by the look in Fernando’s eye. Across the room Pepe hit Ryan Babel with a well aimed damp towel as a warning to keep quiet. But the sound of wet cloth hitting face broke the spell and Fernando stepped back, clasping Dan’s hand in his, “Tonight.” He whispered before stripping down and heading for the shower.
Dan didn’t have to ask what he meant but groaned instead, sitting down, head in his hands.
“Well, champ?” Pepe and Xabi were standing on either side of him.
“I don’t know what to do.” Dan sighed.
“But that looked promising…” Xabi prompted.
“He wants to- I mean I think he wants to… or for it to be tonight.” Dan sounded like he was in shock.
“Well that’s wonderful!” Pepe cried, momentarily attracting attention to their little meeting. “Why aren’t you excited, I thought you’d be doing back flips at the very least!”
“What if I mess it up? What if he hates it, what if he thinks I’m bad at it?” Dan’s palms were sweating already.
“Oh Danny,” Xabi sighed, “You’re going to be fine. Just relax, be natural, remember that there’s no pressure.”
“Oh shut it Xabi. Now listen Daniel, there is pressure,” Dan gave a despairing groan, “but you’ve basically been planning this for four months, there’s no way you’re not ready.” Pepe clapped the Dane on the back. “Now stop being such a pussy and take that boy home and do many unspeakable acts to him.”
Dan was speechless.
“We’re done coddling you, you’re gonna get what you want so go get some!” The keeper pulled him up off the bench and shoved him in the direction of his bag.
Dan slowly began to smile as he shoved things haphazardly into his kitbag and sat down to wait for Fernando to get out of the shower. He waved goodbye to his team mates as they left, rolling his eyes at Pepe’s air thrusting and Xabi’s attempt at a subtle wink. He planned out the night in his head; he still had the half melted candles and a couple bottles of red wine; maybe he could change his sheets to the navy ones while he was setting up the candles? He checked his watch and cursed the blonde’s habit of taking forever in the shower. He decided to go check in on the other man and found him still in the shower, head resting on the forearm propped against the wall, eyes closed, his other hand wrapped around his cock.
“Don’t do that.” Dan’s voice came out rough as his mouth went dry.
Fernando’s head snapped up as he whirled to face the door, his eyes dark and wild with lust.
“Not yet. Not here.”
It was the first time Dan had seen him naked full on, besides the looks snuck in the locker room that didn’t do things justice. Before the other man’s cloud of arousal could disperse Dan slid his way across the wet tiles to wrap his clothed body around Fernando’s naked skin, lips meeting hurriedly in the middle. Dan’s jeans were getting heavy and soaked, his shoes squishing with each adjustment of position. Fernando’s hands were pushing at the wet fabric of the Dane’s t-shirt.
“No, no, come on, hjerte.” Dan was trying to pull Fernando towards their dry clothes to get him home as fast as possible.
“No, Danny, here.” the striker moaned, drawing Dan closer.
Dan pushed Fernando against the wall by his wrists, holding his body away from the blondes in order to look into his eyes and seriously ask, “Here?”
“Here,” Fernando panted, trying to writhe up from the wall to make contact anywhere, “Here and now or you’ll never get the chance.”
How the Spaniard could go from virgin to sixty in under a minute was something Dan couldn’t understand but his answer was good enough for the Dane whose mouth came down teeth first against Fernando’s neck. He was trying to struggle out of his t-shirt which was clinging with annoying persistence to his body. When he finally got free Fernando was already working on his belt, hands slipping from the water. The process it took to get him fully unclothed was more difficult than romantic but more than worth it when Dan could finally press the full length of his naked body against the striker’s. Fernando shed away momentarily when Dan’s hands worked down to spread apart his ass cheeks and hoist the striker up against the wall and the Dane stopped, pulling back with inhuman will power to ask if this was okay. But Fernando made an angry, determined noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his long legs around the defender and tightened them like a vice.
Their foreheads rested against each other, water running into their open mouths as they shared a panting breath, eyes locked; Fernando’s unsure but determined, Dan’s pure lust and caring. Dan’s fingers inched closer and closer to Fernando’s tight pucker, stroking it and trying to breach, his eyes boring into the blonde’s.
“Relax, mig elske, relax.” Dan was fumbling for the soap dish on the wall, this wasn’t how he wanted to do it but there was no time to go searching for lube.
Fernando’s hands were vice-like on the defender’s shoulders, taking deep, shuddering breaths in a bid for calm. It took what seemed like forever for Dan to be able to work just a finger inside the Spaniard, Fernando’s body fighting him the whole way, but after almost four months of lead up, he felt he could spare the extra time to make this perfect for the striker, even if all he wanted to do was bury himself to the hilt in Fernando’s tempting heat. Dan crooked his finger inside the Spaniard and Fernando’s head dropped hard back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut, teeth clenched.
“I’m sorry, allerkærest, I’m sorry.” Dan breathed against Fernando’s neck, lapping at the water running down there. “Just relax, it’ll get better.” He crooked his finger again.
“No, no,” Fernando panted, opening his lust glazed eyes, “It’s good, I just- tan buena, so good.”
Dan was surprised but reassured enough to press another finger inside that Fernando fought just as strongly as the first.
“No, not good, it hurts.” The blonde tried to lift his hips up and away from the uncomfortable pressure.
“Relax, Nando, relax.” Dan pressed his comforting lips against Fernando’s desperate ones.
They pressed tight together, Dan carefully scissoring his fingers as Fernando fed fiercely from his mouth, the Spaniard’s hands franticly pulling at Dan’s short hair almost painfully. He worked a third finger in just as painstakingly as the first two and kissed away the involuntary tears that came to Fernando’s eyes when he finally got all three of them seated inside the blonde. Dan’s arms and legs were aching from holding the striker’s full weight for so long but he couldn’t let go, not when he was so close, so he gritted his teeth and shifted Fernando’s weight which caused the striker to cry out in half pleasure, half pain. Dan had found what he was looking for and brushed the blonde’s prostate again and Fernando’s eyes flew open, gasping for breath.
Dan couldn’t help but smirk a little, biting softly at Fernando’s chin, “Good?”
“Yes and no, is too much, is too much-” Fernando’s voice rose at the end into a half-scream as Dan twisted his fingers again.
Dan drew his fingers out to an indeterminate moan from the striker and gave himself a couple of rough strokes.
“Shit.” He cursed.
“Wh-what?” Fernando was breathless, his mind cloudy.
“Con-” Dan used his toes to snag his heavy, wet jeans, lifting them to reach into his pocket, almost dropping the striker but grinning in triumph when he pulled out a little foil package. “-dom, aha!”
Dan barely got it on, everything being so slippery. This had to be the most make-shift, ghetto cherry popping ever done the Dane decided as he lined himself up with Fernando’s entrance and pushed. Fernando whimpered, lips pouting, enticing Dan to kiss him hard and with purpose. He had one hand clamped firmly on the striker’s ass; the other was bringing the blonde’s flagging erection back to life. Slowly he pushed in, Fernando whimpering, drawing back from their kiss to thrash he head back and forth against the wall, eyes screwed shut again, torn between wanting the defender out and in. it was painfully tight and Dan panted as he fought every muscle in the striker’s body to carve out a space for himself. Fernando’s fingers felt like they were trying to peel Dan’s skin from his body as the scrabbled for a hold that would lessen the burning pressure of the hot, hard inches being pushed into him.
“Ithurtsithurtsithurts.”
“I know, skat, I know.” Dan shushed the writhing blonde, panting from the effort restraint took and kissing at any part of Fernando’s thrashing face he could reach. “Take a deep breath.”
Fernando didn’t have a chance to before Dan shoved the rest of his length inside him, pulling a keening shriek from the other man. They pressed closer together, both of Dan’s hands now holding Fernando’s firm cheeks apart, steadying them as the Spaniard got used to the intrusion and the Dane got used to the divinely tight, white-hot heat. Dan gently circled his hips, trying to loosen the death grip Fernando’s muscles had on his cock enough to move. Fernando moaned loudly, clawing his way closer, clasping the defender desperately to himself, his cock trapped delightfully between their two toned stomachs. Dan tried to press their mouths together in a kiss but Fernando was panting to harshly and it became a fierce clashing of teeth and tongue.
Dan began with shallow thrusts, slow and short, to which the Spaniard panted and whimpered in equal parts. Fernando’s hungry, grasping muscles pulled and pulled at Dan’s length, pushing back slightly to get more to which the defender responded with faster thrusts. Picking up speed and depth until he had the striker slammed up against the wall, begging softly for “más rápido, faster, Danny, faster.”
“Yes, Nando, yes mit hjerte.” Dan released his grip on Fernando’s ass with one hand and wrapped it around the striker’s straining cock, his knuckles brushing the blonde’s stomach. They both moaned, Fernando trying to suck the air out of the Dane’s lungs, their meeting lips and tongues sloppy and trembling from delaying their climaxes.
“Skat, Fernando, I’m- please mit hjerte, come, kær, please.” Dan couldn’t come before the striker, he just couldn’t, not Fernando’s first time. “Nando.” He pleaded, chest heaving for breath.
Fernando couldn’t speak, he could barely moan, the foreign sensations of being touched and filled and used and loved culminating in him spilling himself over Dan’s hand and his own stomach, his come immediately being washed away in the steady stream of water. And then, and only then, did Dan allow himself to drop off the edge and come hard between his striker’s thighs. Dan gently let the blonde down to the ground, Fernando’s legs wobbling a little as Dan slipped out of him and discarded the condom for some disgusted cleaning staff member to pick up. The striker rested his forehead against the Dane’s, snuggling into his chest as the defender wrapped the blonde in his arms. They panted together under the water, hands stroking sides and calming quivering muscles. Dan and Fernando locked eyes and shared a gentle kiss before Fernando let himself be drawn, finally, into the locker room to change.